let you be parched of mouth
time to get up my little boy
time to see the world's joy
the boldest chanter in the bunch
noble chords he struck with love
i've got you in my pocket
you're alright
you've got me in your pocket
i'm alright
bright red hair
socks to the knee
in his hand
he held a trophy
he traveled the world by sea and land
he was a well traveled man
i'm a no good samaritan
that makes you the chosen one